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La Vivandiere


La Vivandière (Kirov) – Alla Sizova – Boris Blank…: http://youtu.be/E3ZkI6XHHY8

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Maina Gielgud on Giselle


And Maina Gielgud on Giselle, which she also staged for the Australlian Ballet…

Ballet Ariel’s world premiere of “Vincent Van Gogh” ballet – Catch It!


Ballet Ariel’s world premiere of “Vincent Van Gogh”

Ballet Ariel’s world premiere of ‘Vincent Van Gogh’ opens on Saturday, May 2nd at 7:30 pm and Sunday, May 3rd at 2:00 pm at the Lakewood Cultural Center.  This dramatic ballet explores the turmoil and tragedy that marked the career of the genius artist Vincent Van Gogh. His unfulfilled love life and passionate follies are danced in a series of emotional duets. The tender and supportive relationship with his brother Theo is thoughtfully portrayed in the ballet. The tension in the ballet builds, while living together with Paul Gaugain in the south of France, he has his first episode of madness and self-mutilation. Choreographed by Ballet Ariel’s Director Ilena Norton, the ballet is danced to beautiful, original music by Israeli composer Irena Scalerica. Also on the program are excerpts from the gorgeous wedding scene in Act 3 of the classical ballet ‘Raymonda’, and the exciting, contemporary latin dance ‘Incantacion’ by former Colorado Ballet principal Gregory Gonzales. Ticket prices for the performance start at $20 and can be purchased at www.Lakewood.org/Tickets, 303-987-7845 or at the Lakewood Cultural Center Box Office, 470 S. Allison Parkway.

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Irena Scalerica is a graduate of the Saint-Petersburg Conservatory and has won awards in the John Lennon international composer competition in 2001 and 2003. She has composed music for Vladimir Alenikov’s film the Princess War in 2013, which won 12 international film awards, and for Nariman Turebaev’s film Adventure in 2014. She has written music for three ballets, Van Gogh, Silver Goose, and Kambar Batyr. Her ballets combine classical and contemporary styles to create a complex and emotional expression of the story. This is the first time her ballet Van Gogh has been choreographed and presented by a ballet

via Ballet Ariel’s world premiere of “Vincent Van Gogh” ballet | YourHub.

Repost: How A Fluffy Tutu Helped Me Find My Magic Again


Sarah Sapora-Marketing expert and lifestyle blogger passionate about empowering women to be more inspired and body positive in their everyday lives. (The Huffington Post 5/6/2015) Reposted 5/10/2015 on Mysylph. Photos by Nichole Alex.

A few years ago I started noticing this trend in fashion blogging — tutus.
Blame it on SJP and Sex and the City if you will, but tutus were suddenly everywhere. Petite girls, plus size girls, women of all shapes and colors were donning fluffy skirts and posing for pictures on rooftops, desert roads, beaches and urban city streets. Oh look, another tutu pic…

Cut to the present. I was deep in the throes of a stream of crappy dates — feeling blue and lackluster. I’d sought solace at the bottom of many containers of Haagen Dazs Limited Edition Peanut Butter Pie. I had exasperated all my Back Up Guys via text and watched Sleepless in Seattle for the third time when I came to the conclusion of the cold, hard truth — if I wanted to get My Magic back, I was going to have to get it myself. And that’s when the idea pinged over my head like a cartoon lightbulb: I wanted a tutu.

What would I do with one? Where would I wear it? How on earth did buying one make sense?

I threw away each of these practical questions and turned to Etsy. A quick search revealed dozens of vendors offering tutus. I flipped through page after page til I found the perfect match and squealed in delight when I saw a HUGE color card to pick from. Did I want bright pink? Vivid aqua? Shocking yellow? And then I saw My Color. Electric Coral. It spoke it me. It Dolly Parton sang to me. Before common sense could intervene, I placed an order for my very own, custom-made tutu.

It arrived on a Thursday. Packed into a small, lightweight box. And when I took it out and released its glory unto the world — the heavens sang.

It had magical powers. As if it was sewn from threads of whimsy and delight.

The tutu sat on the floor of my friend’s apartment and gathered spectators, all coming to pay homage to it, having heard about it through the grapevine. Selfies were snapped. And every woman, no matter how old, how serious, or how jaded and “oh so, LA” became an enchanted little girl in its presence. Skinny girls. Big girls. Twenty-something girls and 40-something executives all melted into pools of giggling pleasure as she wrapped it around her waist. The Sisterhood of the Traveling Tutu.

Do you wonder what it feels like to wear a tutu?

Once you get over the silly feeling — which lasts all of seven seconds — you feel simply glorious.

You are transported back to your parent’s living room, swirling around in oversized dress up clothes with sticky, jelly covered fingers. Before college or period cramps or micromanaging bosses. Before agonizing over each text He sent, stressing about debt, wondering when those wrinkles got there? When desire, not obligation, was your daily fuel.

You feel emotions you haven’t dare been in touch with, since gravity hit your breasts and grey hair started creeping in at your crown. Whimsy. Glee. Enchantment. Freedom.

You know, the things “grown-ups” just don’t allow themselves to feel.

For just those few minutes, you are The Little Princess, Sara Crewe, reunited with her father. Mary Lennox in her Secret Garden, blooming with flowers. Eloise running free through the Plaza. Alice gazing upon Wonderland for the first time.

For that period of time, striped socks, leg warmers, glitter Mary Janes and a polka dot skirt is a totally legit fashion choice. Spoonfuls of Nutella are a perfectly suitable dinner. Making a blanket fort with your BFF is the awesomest of Saturday night activities. She who had the most Lisa Frank stationary won at life. And nobody, and I mean nobody, could tell you that that plastic lanyard friendship bracelet made safety pinned to a sock while sitting cross-legged on the bed wouldn’t last forever and ever and ever.

You are Madonna. And Tiffany. And the sky isn’t just blue, it’s “Electric Blue” (thank you, Debbie Gibson) and you can paint the world any color you like with your brand new set of scented markers and glitter lip gloss and hair sprayed with Sun In…

But then the Galaxy beeps on the table next to you.

And the spell is broken.

Crestfallen you take your tutu off. Pack it (somewhat) neatly back into the box. And return to life. Your boss emails. And the phone clangs and dings in your hands. The Internet goes out (again) and you unplug the router for the eighth time. And your jeans are tighter than they were last week (whaat?) and you look forward to your current definition of Saturday night awesomeness activities, eating Chipotle and catching up on Scandal.

But as you stuff that box away under your bed, you touch it lovingly. You’ll always have that box. Stuffed with your tutu. That fluffy, frothy, magical tutu. Sitting at rest and waiting. It’s yours to cherish. To take for a whirl when you need it the most. When you need to remind yourself its ok to be young at heart, to make friends with that little girl inside you with the jelly covered fingers. To never entirely let her go. And nobody, we mean nobody, can tell you that joy won’t last forever and ever and ever.

And so I urge you, from one woman to another. Find your tutu. If you’re feeling frisky, get your own! But if tulle and ribbon isn’t in your future, find something. Something that belongs only to you. A dress in your favorite color. The faded New Kids on the Block tee you’ve had since the 7th grade. Or something made of lace. Something, anything, that when you slip it over your head makes you utterly impervious. To stress and to obligation. To big, scary decisions with lots of consequences. To transport you to a more simple time when you lived in the moment, time was on your side, and anything was possible.

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The New York Ballet Institute Summer Intensive 2015



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Do you want to have a professional ballet career? Are you a professional dancer who is seeking to work on his/her artistry, performance, and refinement of your classical technique? The New York Ballet Institute, est. 1989, is hosting a Summer Intensive for Pre-professional advanced and Professional ballet dancers this Summer. The intensive will be directed by former Kirov and Mikhailovsky dancer and choreographer, Ilya Gaft, and his wife Zoya, also a 22-year ballet career veteran. He is a former Kirov, ABT and NYCB teacher, coach and choreographer. Former students and dancers include, Anna Liceica, Marcelo Gomes, Gillian Murphy, Larry May, Christopher Newman, Oksana Konobeyeva, Andrei Jouravlev, Irina Dvorovenko and Maxim Beloserkovsky, etc…. Teachers of ballet are also welcome and encouraged to attend the intensive for learning the correct Vaganova or ‘Russian’ methodology and choreography. Coaching sessions are available, too. Please email nybisummer@gmail.com for more information. The Ilya Gaft Dance Theatre will also be auditioning dancers through the course of the Summer Intensive for the company for rehearsals beginning in the Fall.

The Stone Flower Adagio – Raisa Struchkova & Yuri Grigoriev


via The Stone Flower Adagio – Raisa Struchkova & Yuri Grigoriev – YouTube.

Memorium in passing, but Maya was dynamite! Maya Plisetskaya and Maris Liepa Scenes from the ballet by Minkus Don Quixote! Enjoy!


via Maya Plisetskaya and Maris Liepa Scenes from the ballet by Minkus Don Quixote – YouTube.